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FANTASTIC CON!



Hey Gerry! Thanks for inviting us to join the KOMIKERO booth at The 2nd Science Fiction and Fantasy Convention. It was fun! Fun! Fun! Sweaty and hot, but fun. :)

It was also great to finally meet the Komikeros!

Happy-perky-hyper-Ryan was the first to greet me, say hello, and try to sell me their comic books. He also took all my coins and spare change... hehehe...

Finally got to meet Jonas Diego after all those years of snail mail and email.
Hey Jonas! Yup, we must work on something soon!

Geoffrey was there to give away preview copies of his comic book debut SERVANT.

Hello na rin kay Jac, Johnny, Jerald, and Mylene, their newbie Komikero. :)

And finally got to EB with Tobie! (Sorry... still can't find the script!)

Ryan Orosco passed-by and gave Gerry a CULTURE CRASH calendar. heheheh

Philip Tan came by stayed for awhile and was able to do a sketch or two.

On the Alamat side of the booth, it was just me and Carl and his sold-out ZSAZSA ZATURNNAH. On the last day of the con, I left Carl for awhile and when I came back an hour later, he was the only left in the booth. The Komikeros had gone home and all his copies of ZSAZSA were sold out. So he was hanging out in booth for over an hour with nothing but copies of B72, which he was able to sell to the curious few. THANKS CARL! YOU'RE A PAL! :)

During Day One of the Con, Dave, Mark, and Bow helped man the booth. (Which makes me wonder, since Karen also joined us, does that mean she "womaned the booth"?) It was great to hang out with all of them and just talk about comic books and movies. Later than evening, Camille joined me, Dave and Carl and we talked more comic books and some new projects. So, maybe we'll have new books to show in the next convention.

More pics of the SCI-FI CON at my phlog.



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